It seems that the catch up post on the things I wasn’t up to posting last week turned in to the Christmas post. But I thought I’d go ahead and do the real one today. I wanted to go to bed around 9:30 last night. That’s highly unlike me, but I’m still feeling a tad bit puny. However, the universe had other plans. The hood started fireworks from every direction at precisely that time. And they shot them off until close to 2 am. What is wrong with people? People are trying to get kids into bed so Santa can come. Please of people are getting colds if not worse and just want to get some rest. Fireworks piss off the dogs and make them all bark. When Banjo get barking mad he has to pee even more often than usual. Then it is hard to get him back in the house because he has to defend me and the house from the attack! So, I am cringing because he is losing his mind and won’t come in and there is a baby sleeping next door. It’s been like a war zone. It is now 3:37 and I’m still not in bed.
I thought there was a Christmas parade today but I guess not, so I’ll be sleeping in and then waking up to see if Santa Claus came. Let me know in comments how you are surviving the holidays. Only seven more days to we begin 2019 Part Three. Le sigh. Please send champagne. Copious amounts of champagne.
And, Merry Christmas!